A little boy laying in the slums
Caught stealing and now has two broken thumbs
His stomach growled with hunger
This boy couldn’t get any younger
No parent in sight
Always in a middle of a fight
How could this be right
What was the cause of these actions
Yet it happens

A little boy too young to understand
Yet forced to be a man
Rummages for food like a rat
Eats from the trash, sometimes lucky a chicken bone and fat
Hasn’t showered for years
The only dirt washed away were his tears
A stick has always been his toy
You question, he’s just a little boy
Who’s responsible for these actions
Yet it happens